Video Blog: Sorcerer in Mbakaou

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A traveling magician came to Mbakaou a few weeks ago.  
He drew quite a crowd.  And played with snakes and knives.  I know the guy sitting hypnotized on the ground and he swears he had no idea what was going on.  But he also tells me that his grandfather makes a potion that he can drink and become invincible.  He's yet to let me try it out.  On him obviously.

Enjoy!


Location: Mbakaou, Cameroon

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